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It's too late. Like an image on film, *The Expression* belongs to your primary motor cortex. It would take a minor neurological miracle for you to cease producing it.

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Does Glitternormand count as an OC? Because—

someone should make a poll for favorite les mis adaptation ocs. like alain and chou chou from shoujo cosette and the bunny from arm joe

actually. please reply with your favorite or as many as you know. this would be so fun

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A random selection of Les Misérables characters as songs by Chumbawamba: with evidence.

Enjolras: "Sing About Love" "Friends, the present hour in which I am addressing you, is a gloomy hour; but these are terrible purchases of the future. A revolution is a toll. Oh! the human race will be delivered, raised up, consoled! We affirm it on this barrier. Whence should proceed that cry of love, if not from the heights of sacrifice?" - 5.1.5

Éponine: "Mouthful of Shit" "It is remarkable that Éponine did not talk slang. That frightful tongue had become impossible to her since she had known Marius." - 4.8.4

Javert: "I Wish That They'd Sack Me" "He felt himself emptied, useless, put out of joint with his past life, turned out, dissolved. Authority was dead within him. He had no longer any reason for existing." - 5.4.1

Fantine: "The Big Issue" "She has become marble in becoming mire. Whoever touches her feels cold. She passes; she endures you; she ignores you; she is the severe and dishonored figure." - 1.5.11

Bahorel: "The Diggers Song" "He had nosed about the law, but did not practise it. He had taken for his device: “Never a lawyer,” and for his armorial bearings a nightstand in which was visible a square cap." - 3.4.1

Valjean: "I'm in Trouble Again" "I have been first, the most wretched of men, and then the most unhappy, and I have traversed sixty years of life on my knees, I have suffered everything that man can suffer, I have grown old without having been young, I have lived without a family, without relatives, without friends, without life, without children, I have left my blood on every stone, on every bramble, on every mile-post, along every wall, I have been gentle, though others have been hard to me, and kind, although others have been malicious, I have become an honest man once more, in spite of everything, I have repented of the evil that I have done and have forgiven the evil that has been done to me, and at the moment when I receive my recompense, at the moment when it is all over, at the moment when I am just touching the goal, at the moment when I have what I desire, it is well, it is good, I have paid, I have earned it, all this is to take flight, all this will vanish, and I shall lose Cosette, and I shall lose my life, my joy, my soul, because it has pleased a great booby to come and lounge at the Luxembourg.” - 4.3.7

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so like. the golden bachelor.

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Have you ever had an urge to put this man in a plastic container? And perhaps shake violently?

Here it is - an opportunity to make him into an action figure. Dive deep into the Javert Lives AU and pick out a new career path for him.

✨World's Worst Career Barbie is here!✨

[Disclaimer: sharing your results is not only allowed but also encouraged. Post him, edit him, draw on him, deep fry him, bite him, have fun.]

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[context: one of the earliest scenes for the piece, and likely to be cut: Cosette mentions she needs to learn how to dance. Valjean proposes he pay for lessons.]

“Hold that thought.” Javert comes on alert, hand stretching out to Papa. He snaps his fingers. “Give me your phone. Come on.”

Papa does not move.

Javert turns his attention—and his open palm—to Cosette. “It’s in the interest of honest and open communication.” 

“Javert—”

“Hush. You can hold a thought longer than that.” 

Her curiosity is greater than her desire to scold him for being rude to Papa, and anyway he isn’t smiling, so he might not be on his worst behavior. She lets him have the phone. 

He squints down at the screen, so small in his hand, and plucks through to iTunes.

[skip - to the tune of "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes", Javert insists that Valjean demonstrate that he could teach Cosette how to dance.]

She feels herself cautious of Javert’s behavior even as Papa bends himself to it, aware that her father would not strike a dog for biting him, even should the experts have recommended a pop on the nose as corrective to future worse behavior, ’til he half-turns and she sees his expression: one that a person who loved him less might call neutral, at most complacent, and she recognizes as indulgent. The trouble she has got into, the wild ways, the skinned knee, the broken window, the twenty worms metamorphosed to moths in her closet, the three months she declared homework unethical and failed to inform him of her stance before the math teacher did, the poorly hidden spliff, the two weeks camping out of the Ranger, the possum jam incident—! oh, those quirked brows, that infinitesimal upturned corner of his lips, is her father saying, Play! She has not felt that look turned upon her in years, and feels her eyes sting with a grotesque hybrid of gratitude and vicious jealousy. What she perceived first as mockery and flirtation, both disagreeable to be directed at Papa, she now views through him, and sees—silliness, sweetness. She’s thrown awry, and desperately glad that Javert never truly looks at her so long as Papa is in the room, and that Papa has been distracted from her by a fumbling confusion over who’s to take the woman’s part in the dance.

[skip - Javert relates who taught him to dance.]

“Oh, she despaired, at first. You dancing with a stick up your ass?” His imitation of a Spanish accent is surprisingly rich, though his attempt to hit a woman’s pitch less effective. His posture changes—he is stiff, awkward, through the next three beats. “Like so. But by the end of the night we managed better.” His posture loosens again, and as he sways closer to Papa, Papa startles and drops him into a dip in what seems to be a self-defensive measure. 

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Yes this is a Les Mis blog but I’m not missing reblogging the most homoerotic image I’ve seen in my life—and look, there’s Delany’s name in classic SF type, a queer blessing on the cover.

Cover artist: Paul Wenzel Worlds of IF, June 1967

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I learned a great deal about how to write successful Valvert from Jordan and Perkins in '78. What's that? Sacred promises? Conflicted homosexual energy? Cock standing up during key confrontations? No, no, no. Whatever this energy is:

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Valvert Barricade Day is just these images alternating.

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@thepaperowltheatreco @spongyllama commenting is on my to-do list but I don’t actually accomplish a lot of those tasks. So: TY for the fics!

How awesome is it that there are two—two!—currently updating Valvert long fics? It's so awesome, is what. Please go gas these two up.

Against Immensity, a Needle by Paperowls: "Marseilles was beautiful. Even like this, spring only just beginning to stretch its fair green gossamer over trees and trellises, it was obvious. The sunny shopfronts, the bustling streets, the glinting spires of the churches; everywhere one looked there could be seen the signs of prosperity and progress. And then, the wind picked up, the taste of salt in the air, and all at once great clouds of sails could be spotted, billowing wide and welcoming against the blue of sea and sky.

To Jean Valjean, it seemed not a little bit like Hell."

Scrupulosity by Spongyllama: "Curse him. Curse his name and this supposed gift he’d given of life. Even Javert’s final thought, submerged willfully in the cold waters of the Seine, was littered with the remnants of Jean Valjean. Let him be free. Let the water wash away the curse inflicted on his soul. Let him die now, too tormented to wait in agony for a natural death, even if it meant the remainder of his soul would go to Lucifer’s domain. Let his eternal life be one of misery, as he deserved. Perhaps Valjean would meet him there, but Javert did not think it so.

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Rescued from the Seine by a determinably anonymous benefactor, Inspector Javert struggles to cope with the consequences of being left alive."

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How awesome is it that there are two—two!—currently updating Valvert long fics? It's so awesome, is what. Please go gas these two up.

Against Immensity, a Needle by Paperowls: "Marseilles was beautiful. Even like this, spring only just beginning to stretch its fair green gossamer over trees and trellises, it was obvious. The sunny shopfronts, the bustling streets, the glinting spires of the churches; everywhere one looked there could be seen the signs of prosperity and progress. And then, the wind picked up, the taste of salt in the air, and all at once great clouds of sails could be spotted, billowing wide and welcoming against the blue of sea and sky.

To Jean Valjean, it seemed not a little bit like Hell."

Scrupulosity by Spongyllama: "Curse him. Curse his name and this supposed gift he’d given of life. Even Javert’s final thought, submerged willfully in the cold waters of the Seine, was littered with the remnants of Jean Valjean. Let him be free. Let the water wash away the curse inflicted on his soul. Let him die now, too tormented to wait in agony for a natural death, even if it meant the remainder of his soul would go to Lucifer’s domain. Let his eternal life be one of misery, as he deserved. Perhaps Valjean would meet him there, but Javert did not think it so.

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Rescued from the Seine by a determinably anonymous benefactor, Inspector Javert struggles to cope with the consequences of being left alive."

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Both, depends. He returns from Arras and Simplice exclaims, “Good God, sir! what has happened to you? Your jeans are perfectly light!”

all previous les mis discourse is dead. it’s time for a new era of analysis.

would valjean be a light-wash denim or a dark-wash denim guy?

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Never mind I'm cured I just had to use the word gator and mention the I20 while in high Hugo-as-seen-by-Hapgood pastiche mode.

In the past few months it’s sometimes happened that I’ve anxiously asked myself: am I out of love? will I finish these stories I’ve poured so much thought and energy into? will I ever shitpost again? has being a big ol’ hussy and entering management combined to eclipse Les Mis? will the readers I’ve cockteased find and misery me if I do?

Then I recall:

- Have posted short pieces

- The Turnchetta fever dream

- My mental screensaver is still Valvert (because when you’re not thinking you’re still thinking and you might as well tell yourself gay little stories)

It’s probably nothing to worry about. But god; such slow going, and not a shitpost in sight.

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In the past few months it’s sometimes happened that I’ve anxiously asked myself: am I out of love? will I finish these stories I’ve poured so much thought and energy into? will I ever shitpost again? has being a big ol’ hussy and entering management combined to eclipse Les Mis? will the readers I’ve cockteased find and misery me if I do?

Then I recall:

- Have posted short pieces

- The Turnchetta fever dream

- My mental screensaver is still Valvert (because when you’re not thinking you’re still thinking and you might as well tell yourself gay little stories)

It’s probably nothing to worry about. But god; such slow going, and not a shitpost in sight.

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2,3 and 8 for the Fandom Positivity Asks!:D

2. a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like.

The traces of Enjolras having an arc from his first appearance in the Brick to the barricade. On my initial read-through, I saw his murder of Le Cabuc and apotheosis with Grantaire as two affirmations of what's established in his introduction (justice, humanity), but I've been convinced in the past year and a half that there's subtler growth signaled in his dynamic with the other Amis. It's neat.

3. A character that fandom has helped you appreciate.

Don't be shocked—don't judge—Myriel. I know, I know. I always liked him and understood his importance! But doing LML last year and really dwelling on those chapters has enriched my understanding, and fan spaces have also prompted me to consider AUs that start from the moment of Valjean's encounter with Myriel rather than further downstream, which provides a lot of room to mentally play with his place in the story.

8. You hope more people will come to appreciate ___ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc.

OK, you know those graves of a married couple of different faiths where the headstones have hands that are shaking over a fence because one of them couldn't be buried in hallowed ground? I want that for Amis and Valvert fandoms.

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HALLO BREAD :D

2,3and 23 for the fandom arsenic game?!? :D

Hallo, sweet guy!

2. a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like.

Stupid Javert. Still not quite my own headcanon, but I find it real fun when someone talks about him like a gnat could fly in one ear traverse his skull and pop out the other side.

3. a character that fandom has helped you appreciate.

All the Amis who aren't Enjolras and Grantaire. Thank you in particular to @pilferingapples for this, who has talked me through basic details when I did the chat equivalent of staring blankly & is always generous in providing resources to flesh out everything (and everyone) Hugo gestures towards.

23. the fandom you're curious about because of a mutual.

My toxic trait is that I'm monogamous